Disclaimer- Harry Potter belongs to J.K.R.
A/N- All words or phrases unless being used in a sentence in italics are thoughts.
No More Miss Girl
Chapter 18
She ducked to avoid being smashed in the mouth, before rising back up and blocking Ginger's other fist that had been flying toward her face by her arm. Almost in exact sync with her block Lily's fist shot out, taking Ginger in the side and leaving girl gasping. Before Ginger could ready herself to retaliate, Lily had landed her a blow in the jaw. Seeing red, Ginger swung catching the edge of Lily's jaw and grazing her with her large diamond ring, before sending her fist out to Lily's stomach. Lily moved to the side, grabbing Ginger's arm and using her own momentum, slammed her into the shop's wall that was beside of them. Stumbling back and catching her balance Ginger lunged at Lily. The force of the unexpected rush caused Lily to stumble back into the street and fall taking Ginger with her. Using Lily's slight surprise for her own cause Ginger punched her solidly in face. She was able to land two more blows before Lily got herself together. Seeing an opening, Lily sent one fist in Ginger's face and the other in her side before shoving her off and flipping to her feet.
Not for the first time she sent a silent thank you out to Kassie who had taught her practically everything she knew.
Automatically getting into stance she unwaveringly stared at Ginger, a rival, her opponent. In the back of her mind she was surprised to see Ginger mirror her. Apparently she wasn't the only one with trained skills in fighting. Simultaneously they moved toward each other. Ginger played offensive and sent her right fist out only to be blocked by Lily who hit Ginger with a strong right uppercut. Ginger got Lily with her left in the stomach causing her to slightly close in, giving her enough time to catch Lily with a right hook. Growling, Lily swung at the other woman before spinning around Ginger and kicking her in the back. Ginger smacked into the side of building before turning around and getting punched in the face and then the stomach before getting grabbed by the shoulders, and shoved out into the open again by a very pissed off redhead. Swinging at Lily with the left, then the right only to get her arms captured by's Lily's angry vice grip. Lily twisted Ginger's arms back slightly adding painful pressure. Ginger made a sound of pain, before Lily head butted her. Ginger growled and returned the favor, causing Lily to back up a little, giving Ginger the opportunity to go down and swipe Lily's feet out from under her. Lily thudded onto the cold ground, loosing her breath. Before she had the chance to get her breath back, Ginger stood over her and brought her foot down to smash into Lily's pretty face. Lily quickly rolled out of the way and ended up on all fours, before getting kicked in the stomach.
Pain shot through Lily, fueling her anger. Seeing Ginger out of the corner of her eyes, she swung her right leg out and swiped Ginger feet out of under her. Quickly getting up to their feet, Lily wasted no time in back handed Ginger with a closed left fist and then punching her with her right before swinging her leg up and catching the other girl on the side of the face. Ginger staggered to the ground, where she landed on her knees. Lily using the opening given used it to its full advantage. Right punch, Left punch, Right, Right, Left uppercut. Ginger was on her stomach struggling to get up. Lily kicked her with the pointed toe of her black suede boots, once, twice, four times. Walking a circle around the gasping woman, Lily stared down at her with angry emerald eyes.
"Get up." Lily ordered.
Ginger didn't acknowledge her.
Lily's eyes widened then narrowed before she seized a handful of Ginger's dark tresses and pulled her to her feet where she gave her a roundhouse punch, then kick. Ginger crumpled to her knees on the ground. Her dark hair sweaty, and her pretty face bloody. It was plain to see she was spent. Lily rotated her shoulders to try and ease some of her tense and raging anger away, to try and keep herself away from the woman by her feet. Honestly she didn't want to do serious damage to the woman, she may have hated her but the logically part of her brain was fighting the part that said do away with her. The part of her brain, her mind, where she kept all her anger and pain closely confined. The part was slightly maniacal and maybe even twisted sadistically.
With great control and unpleasant smirk Lily turned to walk away.
"Fucking mental bitch." Ginger's voice rasped.
Lily spun backhanded her with her closed fist before spinning in a complete circle to deliver a roundhouse kick to the side of her head. Ginger who had been trying to get to feet unceremoniously was an unconscious heap on the cold hard ground. Lily forced herself to turn and angrily storm away through the wide part the gathered crowd had made. As she marched off down the street that would lead her away from Hogsmead, away from Hogwarts, and away from whispering people a small part in the back of her mind wondered where the mass of people had come from.
(A cold rock against a tree on a Hill away from Hogsmead and Hogwarts)
She sat on the large rock (Looks more like a boulder then a rock to me) letting the cold, biting wind ice over her fiery and dangerous temper. Ignoring the slivers of stinging pain as the cold wind caressed the wound where Ginger's ring had cut her. Her leather-clad arms were wrapped loosely around her jean clad legs that were tucked up against her chest. Red tendrils flew in her face every now and then before getting swept back by the roaring wind. Her eyes were light closed and she sat facing away from the direction that Hogsmead and Hogwarts lay. She had no desire to be down there with all those people. Her desire to be alone was what had driven and kept her up on her forsaken rock for close to an hour in the freezing cold.
She didn't regret what she did to Ginger. Oh no, quite the opposite. She just wished she could do the same thing to Crystal and her group and then to James and whoever else fucked or had fucked with her. In her mind Ginger had deserved the beating and so much more. They all deserved so much more then what pain she could inflict upon their sorry selves. But how she would inflict pain. She was dying for the day to give Crystal what she deserved. She was itching for the day to hurt James Potter and everyone like they had hurt her.
If onlymy shrink could hear my thoughts now. Sarcasm laced her thoughts as she thought about her old doctor who helped 'disturbed' children. She snorted, letting a nasty smile cross her lips. The quickly turned into a snarl as her thoughts once again swirled and twirled and centered around those that had hurt her. James Potter and his friends, Crystal and her flunkies, Snape, Slytherins, the teachers, Hogwarts, her family, her muggle peers... A savage sound started low in the base of her thought before it erupted out of her mouth.
"Damn You All! God!" She screamed loudly. "Fuck You!"
Her nails dug into her hands. She ignored the sharp pain though. Physical pain was welcomed; it helped beat down the torrent waves of emotional pain that threatened to overcome her. That threatened to pull her down and drown her. Physical pain she could shake off, her emotional/mental pain left her scarred and never left her alone. No, her emotional pain stayed and manifested itself into something ugly and furiously destructive.
"I hope you all burn in hell!" She seethed.
"You'll be right there along with us love."
Her eyes opened. They hardened even more at the sound of the all to familiar voice as it floated over her. Her body visible stiffened, and her nails dug even deeper into her pale alabaster flesh. She stared at nothing with her frosty pure emerald eyes. She saw nothing that was before her green orbs. Her voice was void of everything. It was an icy emptiness and under all that ice was something sexual.
"Potter."
She turned her head enough so she could see him leaning against a tree. His dark unruly hair was windswept, his dark coat was unbuttoned over his crisp white everyday dress shirt, and his black slacks with back shoes completed his outfit for the day. His dark eyes held something that she couldn't quite decipher. His easygoing posture irked her as she stared at him dead in the eyes. How many minutes went by while his dark undecipherable stare and her cold dead eyed stare battled until James pushed away from the tree was unknown.
Lily followed his every move, as he got closer to where she perched. She never let the dark red locks break her intense gaze. By the time he stopped she was glaring up at him, while he stared down at her. Even at such a close distance she still couldn't figure out what it was in his gaze. She knew though, what ever it was that was swimming in the dark, dark orbs she didn't like it.
"I'm surprised."
James raised a single eyebrow. "By what?"
"That you and Black aren't together. I could have sworn that you two were connected at the hip." She all but snarled at him.
A quick quirk of his lips was all the facial expression she got. The look in his eyes didn't even change. "Sirius and I aren't always together. Besides I could say the same thing about you and your little friend." Though nothing was implied, his retort seemed caked with cold venom.
Her eyebrows lifted slightly. "Touché." Her words were aloof.
"Saw what you did to Ginger Grey." His hands found their way into his coat pockets.
Lily titled her head sideways and let a small smile grace her pale pink lips as she regarded him with contempt. "What? Have you came to reprimand me for being a bad little girl Potter?" Her cultured with a touch of something sexual British accented voice escaped her lips in a would-be soft playful tone.
James didn't smirk, or smile. He just stared at her. "No. Ginger was bitch. A good lay, but a bitch. She deserved it."
Lily let go of her legs and stood up. She released her hands from the fists they had made and let the crescent shaped wounds from her nails fill with blood. Her jacket hung open, revealing the black shirt that had slits on the side and a v-neck. The wind slipped in and out of it, making her shiver slightly. She vaguely wished she had worn a different shirt and thicker jacket and scarf.
"You're such a whore Potter." Was the redhead's soft reply.
He stared down at her, and she stared up at him. Even though she wore high-heeled boots she was still good some inches shorter then him. "She was there and offering."
His words weren't angry, they just were. His strange behavior intrigued Lily. She was used to his loud obnoxious ways, his biting comebacks, and his annoying smirk and show off manner. The way he was acting now set her alarms off and fascinated her all at the same time. She would never admit to ever being intrigued by him, not to him or anyone. She would let that bit of information stay a secret within her own self.
"And where was your beloved Crystal at?" Her sarcasm was evident.
James studied her silently for only a second. "She was probably off fucking her boy toy Jerald Hemmery."
Her head once again took on its famous pose; cocked to side as she gazed amusedly up at him. "A whore for a whore, seemingly fitting."
"Everyone's more or less a whore these days wouldn't you agree." His eyes bore into hers.
Lily's smile slid away. "No. I wouldn't agree. In fact I strongly disagree."
"So you're not a whore?"
Lily didn't reply. Why was he here? Was he playing with her head? Was he trying to get her to admit to something she wasn't? She wasn't a whore. Sure she pleasured herself, but honestly she didn't engage in the act of casual sex that often. She could count on one hand the number of flings she had had. Did she need to tell him all of that? Did she need to try and justify herself. No.
"Why the fuck are you here Potter? You're company is extremely unwanted." She snapped cruelly.
He ignored her. His gaze left her face and traveled downward, taking in every inch of her. She wasn't sure why, but it infuriated her that he was. Her body was held in casual tension, her eyes were narrowed ever so slightly. Hair blew in her face, but she didn't bother to remove it as his eyes met her hers once again. He didn't speak for a time, and neither did she.
He broke the chilling silence first. "Your hand's bleeding."
Lily glanced down even though she already knew that it was bleeding. She slowly regained eye contact. "So it is."
It was a simple reply on her part. James made a sound, sort of snort and a huff missed together. "Right. You're probably the type of person who enjoys pain. You get off on it don't you?" His tone was easy, thought his words were harsh.
Her lips curled. "Oh very much so." Her eyes were serious and unsettling at the same time.
"You really are fucking crazy."
Lily laughed. Not a jolly, happy-go-lucky laugh. A hallow, macabre laugh that caressed him. One of her small hands trailed upward and her fingers played across his stomach over his shirt. He didn't stop her. He only stared down her, watching the petite woman who really was perhaps slightly crazed. Slightly Crazed, but with more then enough sanity to identify her pain. And yet he didn't run away from her. He merely stared.
A would-be pretty smile decorated her face; her hair was wild from the wind. She stared up at him and took a step closer to him, causing her to have to angle her head up more to be able to look at his face, which was turned down to look at her. Her fingers tightened around his shirt before releasing and then fisting the white material before letting her grip loosen and once again play along his cloth covered stomach. Both adults ignored the crimson display that had stained his shirt when she had gripped it in her bloody hand.
"Yet you still lust after the one you yourself call crazy." She whispered. He nails scraped him through the cloth, digging in deeper with each word she spoke.
James didn't respond. He stared and she stared back. "Is that what's keeping you here? Not you heart. Not your head. But your penis?" She pressed on in her soft whisper. "Suppose it really doesn't matter who stable you mentally are, as long as everything else works right, yeah? Does it excite you Potter? To know if I'm crazy outside of bed, then just how crazy am I when your sheathed deep inside me. To know that you can be as rough as you want, and still I'll beg for more. Does it excite to think not only how rough you can get with me, but also how rough I can get with you? To wonder how much pain I can bring you when you're fucking me senseless."
The whole time she spoke her voice stayed that same soft seductive whisper and her hand had found its way under his shirt. Her hand now played with firm flesh, dragging her nails painfully down and making red fingernail scrapes. James made no move to stop her. His face was the same expressionless picture that it had been when he had first let his presence be known. His dark eyes had grown darker with her each and every word. His hands were still in his pockets. He still stared down at her. She still never let her glowing emerald eyes leave his dark undecipherable ones.
"You have no idea what crazy is?" The words were even softer then before, becoming almost lost to the wind that still hadn't let up.
With lightening quick movements he had grabbed her by her upper arms and roughly shoved her to the ground with him on top of her, while his mouth painfully smashed into her. Lily had been to surprised to try and get him off her at first, but with the sharp twigs and small rigid rocks digging into her back she was brought out of her stupor. By that time he had her wrist pinned in one hand above her head, and positioned himself between her own legs, making it almost impossible to get his heavy weight off her. She wasn't however struggling very much. She found his roughness and weight oddly enough to be turning her on.
She was pulled out of those thoughts when his tongue forced it way into her mouth. Lily made a sound before willing succumbing to his aggressive ministrations. While one of his held her hands painfully above her head, the other was under her shirt squeezing, kneading, and pinching her breast. Lily's legs bent at the knees and her thighs squeezed him, as she moved slight against his straining pants.
She was pulled out of those thoughts when his tongue forced it way into her mouth. Lily made a sound before willing succumbing to his aggressive ministrations. While one of his held her hands painfully above her head, the other was under her shirt squeezing, kneading, and pinching her breast. Lily's legs bent at the knees and her thighs squeezed him, as she moved slightly against his straining pants. James left her mouth and worked his way down her chin, throat, and collarbone bestowing quick bites and sucking vigorously before reaching her chest. His bruising grip on her wrist slackened before his removed his hand all together and ran it down the length of her body roughly. Hands free she plunge them into his dark hair fisting the hair painfully in her hand, making him gasp. Using his hair she yanked him up to her mouth. Using all her body weight she rolled so that their positions were flipped. She was now the one on top and he was the one beneath her.
Legs placed on either side of his hips she ran her hands up and down his chest before ripping his shirt up. She raised an eyebrow appreciatively and ran her hands up and down the tight abs and firm chest. She ducked and gave him a brutal kiss before making her way to his throat. She seized the big pulse thumping and bit down hard. His hands grasped her arms right below the shoulders and squeezed. The more his squeezed the harder she bit and sucked. She only raised her head to look at her handiwork when the metallic taste of blood filled her mouth. She had made him bleed, not only at the neck but also on his abs with her fingers nails. She grinned down at him, before grinding against him. He moaned and grasped her hips in a bruising vice grip.
She could feel him hard and ready through the material of her jeans and his slacks. She ground even harder, watching him writhe beneath her. She bent over him and bit his jaw line, working her way up to his ear. She bit and suckled his earlobe for a few moments. She could his hands all over her, under her shirt and just everywhere. She imagined he really was talented in bed.
Breathing heavily in his ear she whispered to his. "You dumbass, better luck next time." With that she abruptly got off of him. She stared down at him and watch his eyes harden, before turning and walking away. James however, had other plans.
After he got up, he marched after her and grabbed her arm. Lily spun her hair flying in her face and across her eyes. James who still had a hold of her arm grasped her shoulder and roughly pushed her into a tree. The bark scratched her where her jacket had slid up. James inserted a knee between her legs and kissed her, the force slamming her head into the tree behind her. A sound of pain emitted from her, but James paid no mind and she didn't really care about the pain. Her breath was heavy and her hair was still across her face as James, who had worked his way down, returned the favor and bit and suckled her neck. She gasped in pleasure, in pain and used one of her hands to press against his head to keep him there, while the other ventured down and rubbed him through his pants. A low rumble started in his chest. One hands was under her shirt, the other was lower. He roughly stroked her once through her jeans, making her gasp, before trying to undo the button on her jeans.
"Do you want it?" Lily breathed. When he didn't answer she yanked his head back by his hair. "Want?"
"Yes." Was his gruff answer.
Lily laughed that macabre laugh of hers, before she punched him. He stumbled back and she punched him again. James was stunned by this, even more stunned when she pushed him against a nearby rock and gave him a fierce painful kiss with tongue and all before punching him in the stomach.
"What the hell!" He exclaimed, doubled over.
Lilylaughed before petting his head. "Be proud Potter. You helped make me like this." She whispered in his ear before bestowing him with another mind shattering painful kiss. She pushed him back from her, and began to stumble away. He watched her go and didn't try to stop her.
He watched the petite redhead who was slightly crazed and wondered, truly wondered, for the first time just how much damage everyone's cruelty had created. How much scars they had left and how much hurt they all had caused. And for the first time he realized that he along with everyone else might just in over their heads, because its like the saying says Everything comes back to bite you in the ass eventually, and boy what that going to be one hell of a bite. For for the first time he felt the faintest pull of worry.
Okay that wasn't exactly how I had envisioned this chapter, but oh well I'll get over it. However if every single one of you absolutely hate it I'll go back and rewrite it, until then it's staying. So what do you think? The fighting scene might be a bit crappy, because I've kind of never wrote one before so yeah… Finally here's some Lily/James action for you guys. Do you think maybe I should bump the rating up just to be safe, or leave it where it's at? Input? Also I didn't bother to reread over it, because it's late and I'm kind of tired. What mistakes you do find though, you can tell me about them and where they are at I'll probably go back and fix them. Anyway review and tell me what you think. Oh and everyone who reviewed, you guys are the best! Bye!
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